This morning I sat around a sunny table with very dear friends – one taking a journey to open her home, two just settling into new homes, another trying to figure out her next steps to having home, and me soon moving from the temp stay in my parent’s home to a separate home. I loved hearing their stories. Such different women with different ideals and varying values. This morning we lived together. No, we don’t share closets or refrigerator space but we breathed and shared and asked for input and disagreed and crashed into each other with our good and bad. We slammed up against windows, soaked up the sunshine, let down our hair, and watched four hours disappear like minutes. The best kind of living I know: with.
Who did you live with today? What did that mean to you?